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My oranges have turned into shrivelled prunes. I'm averaging five hours of sleep a night, which is actually a lot better for me than it sounds. Sarah Palin and the Republican party continue to give me nightmares. And somebody pretty much just pissed on my head and called it rain.

On the upswing, I did post OSS (Olympic Swimmer Slash) yesterday (Random Acts of Crazy Behavior), which, let's face it, is the only thing I'm motivated about these days. I'd like to write something else, but I have no other fandom at the moment besides that and Generation Kill, which is *sob!* over. And there is nothing on network telly for me to get excited about. Damn. It's going to be a dry broadcast season for me. Maybe I'll start robbing banks or something.

Give me some good news. Anything. Something. Please?

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Wait. Okay are people taking that 'blind item' posting seriously? Oh please stop the madness. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, look, right off the bat let's just kill this.

1. Libel. Blind items are called 'blind items' for a reason. No names, no real discerning factoids. Why? Because of LIBEL. If you can't prove that shit like your Social Security Number, your ass will be slapped with a C&D and bankrupted by a series of lawyers like you were Lehman Brothers. Plus an 'inside source'? Are you high? What fucking idiot would risk an NFL paycheck to get out a 'guess what I saw'?

If this all happened in a 'locker room' let's have a moment of 'Stop it' because pro-locker rooms are full of a) other athletes and b) reporters hanging around. Michael fucking Phelps is hanging around Braylon William's in a locker room and nobody put that story in their website? I call bullshit.

2. Octagon Watchdogs. Any agency with at least two people working for it, will have people scouring the net for mentions of their clients. All mentions of their clients. There are people whose sole job it is to find the clients name, context, decide the tenor and alert the proper authorities if necessary. You really think if some 'random poster' found this people are PAID to do it, wouldn't? Right. Which brings me to item #3

3. Backwater Blog. Who's blog is this? There is no name, no endorsements, no links to other blogs. This person has no credibility to speak of. Perez Hilton. Defamer. Gawker. Pink is the New Blog. These are blogs that drop bombs, they have traffic. Are you trying to tell me Joe Schmoe with NO comments just got the news story of the century and just sort of said hey?! If I posted on my blog that I was having Stephen Colbert's baby, and somebody came across it and said OMG! Um, does that suddenly make me pregnant? And how exactly did anybody even find this posting. There are hundreds of thousands, no, millions of blogs on the net and somebody just stumbled across this? Please.

In short, if Michael's gay then that is his business, but you can damn well believe that if his people were worried about such a concept leaking they would've body snatched anybody who suggested it in the middle of the night, because Michael Phelps is now a franchise and whatever he is or isn't is now secondary to how much money is being pumped into his brand.

Just a thought.

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Oh, no, I totally agree-- it's ridiculous. It's ridiculous enough to be ridonkulous! What I find so hilarious about it, is that it's like-- it's like they decided to go all out. To make up for lost time, I guess. I mean, they didn't even really try for plausibility here, they go STRAIGHT TO THE BOX OF COCKS.

"Box of Cocks" is probably why I keep sniggering. Appletinis at the Box of Cocks. It's kind of priceless.

Anyway, they've moved on; now it's all about how Linday Lohan and Miley Cyrus had a catfight over escorting him at VMAs.

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it's like they decided to go all out. To make up for lost time, I guess. I mean, they didn't even really try for plausibility here, they go STRAIGHT TO THE BOX OF COCKS.

If I was drunk. And stoned. And watching mass quantities of swimming. I still couldn't have come up with that one. I might've gone outside to hose myself on the neighbor's lawn though.

Lindsey and Miley? Okay, Lindsey is sleeping with a chick, Miley is just trashy, and while both of them are attention whores, I can't see them actually fighting for approximately 30 seconds of air time when they could sneeze and get an Us Weekly cover. Was Lindsey even AT the VMAs? Sloppy, people, real sloppy.